The Sentinels another day, another door

Aria's herbs had stayed his condition some, but still he felt himself flagging a bit, the seasonal cold wracking hard at his lungs, especially on morning patrols. He was baffled by this... he'd had illness before, once, but it had been entirely different in his youth. This was a catch that seemed to lurk in his lungs, and it showed no signs of going away.

He refused to stay idle long, though some days he did stay more isolated. Today he'd decided to attempt some beach foraging, digging to see what he could unearth in the sand but turning up nothing so far. He made his way slowly along the strand, stopping every once in a while to dig somewhat unenthusiastically at the sand. He recalled, long ago, a she-wolf talking of something called 'crabs' on the beach, and had assumed them to burrow (since where else would the darn things hide on open sand?" but so far had yet to encounter anything edible. Maybe it was a summer thing.